Kenny,
Coming from a brother codependent, I hope this helps...
I had a friend whom I loved deeply. She was about 15 years older than I was and thought romantically, I know there was no chance...I valued her friendship and allowed her to use me like no other.
She had a boyfriend on and off (mostly off). You know, one of those she claimed to be her soulmate and no matter how horribly he treated her...she would always drop everything to be with him whenever he wanted it.
We would make plans to do something and she would cancel 20 minutes before the event telling me that she was going out with her boyfriend. This went so far as to include concerts, shows and other events...all of which I had paid for.
The breaker for me was one Halloween (this was my favorite holiday). I worked with latex and made myself to look like the broadway version of The Phantom of the Opera and she was going to be "my Christine". I was dressed and ready to get her and go to a party (it took me 10 hours to do the make-up). When I called to see if she was ready to go...she told me she was not feeling well and she was staying home.
I was upset, but went to the party myself. I met up with a few friends there and we had a nice time anyway. After the party, we all went to an area in town where there is an unorganized parade. Everyone basically walks up and down the street showing off their costumes. Needless to say, I got a lot of positive feedback, especially when i took off the white phantom of the opera half mask to show the make-up.
While attempting to cross the street, a limo drove slowly past. I stared in the privacy glass window (seeing nothing obviously, except my reflection)...something had drawn me to do that and I took off the white Phantom half mask to show the make-up. It passed and I crossed the street, looking back at the limo as it drove off.
I went home at that point...knowing it was going to take an additional 2 hours to remove the make-up.
I called my friend the next day to see how she was feeling...she asked how the party was and when I told her how amazing I thought the make-up turned out...she told me that she thought so as well. She told me that she was in the limo that passed me and that she saw me,